Chapter Sixteen

 

Kelly could see the way that Ivan’s eyes darkened. The shadows and light playing around them from the single flashlight made everything look either washed out or too dark, playing with her sense of dimensions. It made Ivan look a little more dangerous, his face in shadow and eyes gleaming but his bare, muscled chest shown in stark relief.

She wanted to run her hands all over that, but he had her pinned to him with an arm like a band of iron around her waist. It was partially keeping her anchored and upright, honestly, since at this point she was feeling so weak in the knees she doubted that she could stand under her own power.

Ivan slowly worked a finger inside of her, his thumb circling over her clit again and again, like he was slowly, methodically turning her insides into hot jelly. Kelly let herself lean back against him, her breath coming in harsher pants as Ivan started kissing his way up and down her neck.

“Well, if you insist,” he murmured, his accent thick. She couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose or if it just happened as he got more turned on and lost control, but she had decided she didn’t care. It was hot, all right, point to Ivan, his accent and his Russian dirty talk was turning her on.

He kissed her, quick and dirty, his tongue sliding in and his finger moving more firmly and deeply inside of her. Kelly cried out into his mouth, feeling teased, wanting more.

Ivan was right—both about the politics of a union, and about the sexual chemistry. She’d been denying it as long as she could, teasing, sassing, playing it off. Not wanting to admit that this person who’d infuriated her since they’d first met was also someone she desperately wanted to fuck her.

But now all resistance was gone. There was a confidence to Ivan, an assuredness in how he moved, how he touched her, that told her if she just gave in and let him he’d make her feel like no one else ever had.

He didn’t seem to want her to just let him do all the work, though—something she’d been worried about. There were some men who had that dominating confidence about them that seemed to just want the girl to take whatever was thrown at them and be a rag doll for them. Kelly couldn’t do that. When someone shoved her, she shoved back.

She gripped his arm, kissed him everywhere she could reach: his neck, his jaw, his mouth. She ground back against him, feeling his cock settle against her, letting him get some friction as well.

Ivan groaned, adding a second finger inside of her. Her hips jerked, riding the friction, seeking more of it, wanting to be filled. Her body felt like it was on fire, screaming for it, and she knew that it wasn’t just that it had been a long time. Mediocre sex after a long dry spell was almost even more of a disappointment. This—this was far from mediocre. Ivan seemed to know exactly what he was doing and how to make her melt in his arms.

god, she wished they were in a proper bedroom, somewhere she could act on all the dirty thoughts flitting through her head. She wanted to take him into her mouth, slide her tongue up and down the shaft, hollow out her cheeks and suck until he was begging for her. She wanted to take her time mapping out the firm body she could feel pressed all up against her, trace the muscles with her tongue and hands, finding out what made him swear, what made him jump, what made him moan.

But they were in a goddamn shipping crate, and she also might be incapable of moving with how he was methodically turning her entire body into liquid. Ivan played her like a goddamn instrument, his fingers moving precisely, alternating between slow and fast, going hard and rough and then soft, teasing. She couldn’t make out a pattern and the inability to guess was making it all that much more intense, at the mercy of him.

“Oh my god,” she gasped out as he finally, finally added a third finger. Ivan was staring down at her, his eyes dark and fascinated, like he could stare at her all day. “Fuck, please, c’mon.”

“Look at you,” Ivan said, his voice hushed and dark, the words rolling around in his mouth. “You’re so wet and tight, so perfect…”

He sped up, twisting his fingers as they moved in and out of her, his thumb working relentlessly on her clit. Her hips jerked, moving, trying to get away from and push into the pleasure at the same time. Her couldn’t think, couldn’t process, could only hold on and gasp in response to his movements.

“I’ve wondered what you would look like,” Ivan told her. “Wondered if you would let yourself go enough to scream my name.” He pressed a kiss just behind her ear. “You’ll have to keep quiet this time, just in case, but you can let go. I want to see you fall apart.”

A tiny part of her, the proud, stubborn part of her, wanted to pull away and take him apart, make him fall to pieces instead. But there was something nice about this surrender, about letting him just give her what she needed. And, god, she didn’t think she was physically capable of pulling away. She was so close, sparks going off at the edges of her vision, her whole body taut and twisting, helpless, begging for release.

“Come on,” Ivan encouraged her. A choked sound came out of her throat as he bit down lightly at her neck. “Yeah, you liked that when I did it before, didn’t you? I saw your neck after, when we stopped, and though about how I just wanted to dive back in, make it a proper mark that wouldn’t fade, get your skin all dark and purple there, show everyone who’d made you come.”

Oh, fuck. She hadn’t had to hide a hickey since high school, worn them like a badge of honor in college—and she could imagine it so easily, everyone’s eyes wide, seeing the mark, only partially hidden by a scarf or makeup, whispering, wondering who’d finally scored with Kelly O’Gill.

Ivan kissed her, deeply, almost savagely, working her clit faster until she screamed into his mouth, a huge shudder going through her entire body as white lights exploded behind her closed eyes. Fuck, it felt like the breath was punched right out of her, her whole body a live wire, raw, sensitive, charged—overloading.

He pulled his fingers out of her and she clenched instinctively, wanting to keep them in. She liked the feeling of being stretched and feeling full, the slight burn that could come with it, the overwhelming sensation.

Ivan shifted his grip to her hips, tipping her forward so that her hands were braced on the edge of a container. “One second.”

She didn’t think she was capable of saying anything. This was the part where she should probably make a smart remark, but her brain was still offline, her legs shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure that hummed through her.

There was the sound of something tipping over, and then she felt fabric all around her feet.

“These clothes are going to be ruined,” she said, realizing what Ivan was doing.

“Can’t say I mind all that much,” Ivan replied.

She turned around and saw that he was getting all the clothes out of the containers and piling them up, making a kind of makeshift bed.

“We’ll have to do the Ritz next time,” he teased, holding out a hand to her.

Well, now that there was cushioning…

Kelly stepped forward, made sure that they made eye contact… and then sank to her knees.

She saw Ivan’s jaw go slack before she had to tear her gaze away, nuzzling into the juncture of his thigh, mouthing along the hard shaft of him. Fuck, he was thick, and she couldn’t wait to get that inside of her—but first things first.

She teased him, giving little kitten licks up and down the shaft, swirling her tongue around the head and flicking it over the slit, but didn’t actually put him in her mouth, didn’t give him any suction. She slid her hands up to the back of his thighs to keep him in place and felt, almost as if it was an answer, Ivan’s hands slide into her hair, gripping—not tightly, not forcefully, just firmly. Like he needed to ground himself.

She ran her tongue up the underside of the shaft, smiling as it made Ivan shudder. “Kelly,” he whispered, and she didn’t know what he was trying to say by that, but she loved the way he said her name, all wrecked like that. She sucked on the head, fluttering her tongue, making him groan.

Then she swallowed him down as far as she could.

It’d been a while since she’d done this, so she couldn’t get him all the way down the way she wanted, but she could still take him in pretty far, loving the way that he stretched her mouth open, the weight of him heavy on her tongue.

Ivan swore, his hips jerking, and she tightened her grip, keeping him in place. She slid all the way off, then took him down again, slowly, not letting him increase the pace or the pressure.

“Kelly, fuck,” Ivan swore, “You’re going to—fuck.”

Oh, yes, she was definitely liking this whole reduced to swear words thing.

She increased her pace, taking him down over and over again, tonguing his slit when she pulled away, almost but not quite pulling off completely. Ivan was shaking underneath her hands, gasping like a fish out of water.

When she could feel the muscles bunching underneath her, going tight, she pulled away. Ivan swayed on the spot, his eyes glued to her mouth.

“Come here,” she told him. “And fuck me.”

Ivan sank down, grabbing her at the same moment and yanking her to him, kissing her, his tongue licking into every part of her mouth like he was trying to scoop up the taste of himself on her.

They ran their hands all over each other, Ivan’s hands roaming over her skin, squeezing, exploring, and Kelly eagerly touched him back, wanting them to touch everywhere, to feel the slide of their skin together all over. He was broad, fuck, she’d known he was broad just by looking at him, but feeling it was entirely different. The way that her hands couldn’t span his back, the play of the tight muscles underneath the skin, the firmness, no give anywhere. The tiny scars—and some not so tiny—that were crisscrossed over the skin, scars from knives and knuckles and road rash and even a bullet or two.

She shuddered, a little, knowing that this was a dangerous man. Knowing that Ivan had been in fights, all kinds of fights, from a young age. That the hands gently sliding over her skin right now held guns and knives, and could probably kill her now even without a weapon. Ivan could strangle her, snap the life right out of her, and she couldn’t do anything about it—she could fight, and would fight, of course she would, but his brute strength was so much more than hers. If he chose to fight her, he’d win.

But all of that power, all of that raw strength and deadly knowledge, and he was being gentle with her, smoothing his hands across her back and cradling her jaw in his palm as he kissed her. He was a dangerous man, but not to her. All of that deadly power was directed at pleasuring her.

It was a rush like nothing else.

Kelly pushed at Ivan’s chest, encouraging him to fall back so that she could then straddle him. He complied, following her orders, letting her have the power for a moment. It was starting to become less of a battle, so to speak, and more of a proper give and take. The idea of being able to command this person, who ran a large group of very dangerous men doing very dangerous things, and here he was just letting her manhandle him—it made her shiver and heat spike at the base of her spine.

She couldn’t stop kissing Ivan, but then, he didn’t seem all that inclined to stop kissing her. She spread her legs wider, letting him rut up between her legs, his cock slick and sliding against the crease of her thigh, so close to where she wanted it.

Then she remembered—oh, fuck.

Kelly pulled back. “Please tell me you have protection.”

She was clean, had been since the last time she got checked and she hadn’t hooked up with anyone since then, but Ivan had a reputation for a reason. Not that she thought—but it was better to be safe. And she was on birth control, but… no, she just wasn’t chancing it, she couldn’t.

Ivan’s eyes went from dark and hungry to wide and startled. “Oh, crap, yes, in my wallet, in my back pocket.”

Kelly decided this was an excellent opportunity to show him that she’d been doing yoga in addition to martial arts for the past few years.

“Anchor me,” she told him, putting his hands on her hips.

Ivan looked confused but his hands tightened on her hips obligingly.

Kelly bent over backwards, literally, her back arching and her world going upside-down as she reached for his discarded pants, grabbing them and fishing the wallet out before pulling herself back upright—using her abdominal muscles.

Ivan was gaping at her, the heat back in his eyes, when she straightened up and met his gaze.

He muttered something in Russian that she just knew was very dirty, and grabbed the wallet from her, fishing the condom out of a side pocket and tearing it open.

“You’re going to be the death of me if you do things like that,” he warned her.

Kelly gave him an exaggerated pout. “But I thought that you would love how flexible I am. Just think of all the things I can do.” She winked at him, unable to keep the smile off her face.

“Trust me,” Ivan growled, “I’m thinking of them.”

He rolled the condom on and then put his hands back on her hips. “You ready?” he asked.

Kelly nodded, tightening her thighs so that she could lift herself up—when Ivan lifted her all on his own, sliding her onto his cock himself.

She started to gasp, but then she felt herself sinking onto him and the gasp turned into a kind of strangled grunt in the back of her throat. Oh, god, oh fuck, he was thick, stretching her and filling her up perfectly, and it felt like she’d gone from one hundred percent sober to one hundred percent drunk in the span of a second.

“What?” Ivan teased. “I thought you’d like my strength. Think of all the things I can do with it.”

Kelly wanted to shoot a smart remark back at him, but her vocal chords didn’t seem to be working. Her whole body felt like an exposed nerve, twitching with pleasure. Fuck, he could move her around so easily—and just the way he was filling her up now made it hard to draw air into her lungs in the best way.

Ivan’s chest was heaving too, and for all that he was teasing her, she could tell by the strained look on his face that he was just as affected as she was.

She gave herself a minute to adjust, to let her body relax to the intrusion. It had been a while, she didn’t want to ruin the moment by hurting herself. Gradually, the feeling became… not less intense, just more familiar, recognizable, like when she was doing yoga and doing a pose that she’d done before that was still a difficult move.

As the sensation of familiarity grew, so did the sensation of lacking. It wasn’t enough just to have him inside of her. She needed him moving, too, needed that slick too-much razor edge feeling as he moved in and out of her.

Kelly braced a hand on his chest and nodded at him, lifting herself up just a fraction and then making herself sink lower onto him, lower, lower still until she felt their hips become flush with one another and he bottomed out inside of her.

Ivan made a strangled noise, his fingers digging painfully into her hips. He looked absolutely wrecked, gaping at her like she was a goddamn revelation.

She liked it. It sent a thrill through her, to see him so in awe of her. Nobody had ever looked at her like that before, much less the type of man who could have any girl that he wanted.

Kelly pushed herself up using her knees and thighs—thank god Ivan had laid down those clothes—and did it again, slowly, letting him sink into her inch by inch.

Ivan looked destroyed, breathing harshly, just staring up at her as his hands flexed around her hips.

She kept it slow for as long as she could, their eyes locked. Ivan’s eyes looked black between his pupils and the lighting, making him look deadly, destroyed, and unbearably handsome all at the same time. She was drunk on how he looked at her, on how he kept his gaze locked with hers as she moved, never pushing her to go faster or to change her pace.

She ground her hips down, circled them, as she sank down that time. Ivan let out a groan, and she felt his entire body shudder, like he was struggling not to move.

She did it again, and again, until Ivan’s whole body was shaking beneath her. It was like there was a taut string inside of him, pulled tight until it was close to snapping.

Kelly leaned in, drunk on the power, on the feeling of him inside of her, on all of it—and wanting to see what happened when he finally let go.

She brushed her lips over his. “Go on,” she whispered. “Take me.”

The string inside of him snapped.

Ivan grabbed her, crushing her to him, and fucked up into her, the pace hard and brutal. She had no choice but to sink down fully onto him, to feel him driving into her as deeply as he could possibly go.

“Yes,” she cried out, trying to keep herself from being too loud and alerting anyone who might be nearby. “Oh, fuck, yes, yes, just like that—” She had no idea what she was even saying anymore, words just falling out of her mouth as he fucked her like they would die in the morning and this would be their only chance.

God, it was good, so good—she couldn’t remember sex being this good, making her this mindless. She couldn’t think, didn’t want to think, focusing only on the way that Ivan moved in and out of her, splitting her open, plunging into her and claiming her. It was almost animalistic, and she loved it, loved the wildness and roughness of it. She encouraged him, thrusting back down when he thrust up, circling her hips, grinding against him, telling him yes, yes, yes, this was what she wanted, what she craved.

Ivan sat up, changing the angle, and she had to bite down on his shoulder to hold in her yelp.

“You’re so loud, did you know that?” he whispered in her ear, his arms wrapping around her to hold her in place while he fucked up into her.

Kelly whimpered around the meat of his shoulder.

“You don’t even know all that you’re begging for, do you?” Ivan asked, his voice sin itself. “You’re so beautiful, asking for it, asking me for harder and more, demanding it, fuck, if only you could hear yourself—”

His words were driving her even crazier, until she didn’t know which was making her hotter, making her writhe in desperate pleasure, his dick or his words. Both? Both was fine, both was more than fine, they were fantastic.

She kept biting into his shoulder, unable to stop, knowing more filth and screams would fall out of her if she did. They couldn’t do that. Not here, not now, maybe later or another time—and that meant she was thinking of another time, and maybe later she’d be embarrassed or annoyed by that but right now it just sent a thrill of desire through her. Greedy, she was greedy, wanting him again already and they weren’t even finished with the first time.

“I’m going to get you in a bed,” Ivan promised, his thrusts becoming harder and faster but also more erratic, harsh, and she could sense him losing control. “I’m going to get you somewhere no one can hear you and I’m going to see how much I can get you to scream. I could tease you for hours, see what you like, what really gets you turned on, get you begging and desperate for me—”

Oh, she could imagine it all right, imagine all of her dirtiest fantasies. This was the kind of man who would have no problem making those fantasies come true, who wouldn’t blanch or gawk but would indulge her and then some, who’d add his own ideas, take whatever she threw at him and throw a challenge right back at her.

“I want,” she managed to get out, whispering it, pressing her mouth right up against his ear. God, she was so close, she could feel him close too. She slid her hand down between her legs, rubbing at her clit—fuck, it was almost too much. She rubbed desperately, so close to the cliff edge, racing for it. “I want to feel you coming inside me.”

She could imagine how it would feel if he didn’t have the condom on, how dirty and wrong and perfect it would feel. His come would drip down, sliding down her inner thighs… the very thought sent a thrill through her and she nipped at his earlobe.

“Come on, that’s what you want, isn’t it? To fill me up? Gotta make an heir, you know, going to plant your seed, show everyone who I belong to, is that what you want to do?”

She had no idea where all of this dirty talk was even coming from. She generally hated the idea of belonging to anyone and she’d never been one to talk much during sex—well, consciously talk, begging was another thing entirely—but she wanted to see Ivan lose control the way she was losing control. She wanted to watch him lose his mind. And she knew that was important to him, was important to all the families, having an heir.

And, well, the idea of belonging to Ivan… so long as he also belonged to her… that didn’t seem so bad.

Ivan growled, honest to god growled, the sound animalistic and deep, rumbling in his chest. She could feel it vibrating against her skin.

“Fuck, yes, just like that, fuck me like you mean it,” she encouraged, feeling herself start to babble again. She clamped down on his shoulder, biting hard, her nails digging into his arm as her other hand rubbed at her clit—

Ivan reached up, yanking at her hair, tugging hard until her face was pulled up and he could bite her lip, shoving his tongue into her mouth as she came, shuddering, clenching, and she could feel him go stiff and come as well, the way she went tight around him too much for him.

Kelly didn’t know where it was coming from, the pleasure—from his hand in her hair, his tongue in her mouth, his hand on her, her hand on herself, his dick inside of her—but fuck, it was all of it, a thousand tiny explosions just underneath her skin, knocking her out.

She slumped against him, utterly spent, down for the count.

There, in the cocooning darkness of the crate, they breathed together. Held onto each other. Almost as if they were actually partners.